Jace Carson Novels & Stories

One suitor, in particular, caught her eye - Jace Sullivan, the son of Liam Sullivan and Natalie Sullivan. Jace Sullivan was a mysterious figure at school. Handsome and silent, he commanded attention wherever he went. It was evident that he had inherited his father's wealth and charm. However, Jace kept to himself and showed no interest in the typical pursuits of his peers. He was neither interested in girls nor boys, preferring to live his life without complications. Jace's enigmatic demeanor only served to intensify Tracey's infatuation with him.

I listened to Jace Carter do push-ups on the other side of my wall. I can do this. It’s six months. I will tutor him, get my Harvard letter, and never see him again. I grabbed the sandwich I bought earlier to finish it, but the door opened again without a knock. Jace filled the frame. He wore grey sweatpants with no shirt. That cut on his eyebrow made him look even more dangerous than he already is. He leaned on the doorframe and stared at me with an annoyed expression. “You are really here,” he said.

“Nice shorts.” “They’re called clothes. You should try them sometime,” I shot back, walking past him to get coffee. But my skin prickled where his eyes had been, like he’d left fingerprints without even touching me. He chuckled—low, dark, dangerous. “That mouth’s gonna get you in trouble.” “It’s not my mouth I’m worried about,” I muttered under my breath. Jace Carter was exactly the kind of boy I spent my whole life avoiding. Tattooed arms, cocky smile, bedroom eyes that promised bad decisions. He was the kind of boy who didn’t do rules or regrets.

“Damon…” “Try to lie to someone else. You know that it is not going to work on me, Ethan.” He said, stopping me. I was forced to look away from him as I caught my breath. He didn’t say anything else concerning the subject. And instead of trying to press on it, I also knew to turn my attention to the man that I came here to see. Carter sat on the floor, bruised and hollowed out, eyes staring at nothing. A man who’d fought wars. A man who led us. A man who stood by our side through thick and thin.

Cain tenses every time his father says anything to him or me, then they glare at each other like they're having some sort of staring contest or silent argument. Halfway through dinner, Cain's father excuses himself and comes back with a couple who exude authority but seem very friendly with it. After greeting Cain warmly and introducing themselves to the rest of us as Zac and Cally, Cain's aunt and uncle, their eyes land on me. "So you're the one they're after and you killed a rog… wolf with a chair leg. Genius." Cally laughs loudly, sitting down opposite me and bringing much needed life into the room. Her blue eyes twinkle with intelligence and even though it feels like she's assessing me,

I saw him coming downstairs, while he was descending the stairs I was so happy because I could see a hint of sadness and disappointment in his eyes. My heart raced with joy. This was exactly what I hoped for and it seemed to have worked. What I wanted was finally working out. Scarlet won't know what hit her. Jace had always been the loner guy who didn't need anyone to rely on. He was always independent. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, I approached him with a smile. I held his hands. I bet he has a tragic past but he's never open so I definitely do not know.

My eyebrows are plucked, and I am buffed all over. It has been a most unpleasant experience, but she assures me that men expect these days. What else will he expect? I have to convince Hera that this is what I want to do. For some strange reason. She doesn't trust him, her Big-time celebrity. Maybe because he's so stiff, formal, and a casanova. No longer the sweet nerdy Jonathan Christopher. But he's now the big boss Jace De Leon. She says she can't put her finger on it, but I have promised to text her when I arrive in Milan. I haven't told her about the private plane, or should I say private boarding Airplane? She'd freak out.

Aurora turned to walk away, her throat tight with emotion. Then a new voice broke through the noise. “That’s enough.” Everyone turned. A guy stood at the entrance of the gym, wearing a clean white shirt, sleeves rolled, clipboard in one hand. He wasn’t just anyone. Jace Carter. The student president. And the Dean’s only son. He walked into the gym slowly, eyes fixed on Aurora. “I’ve never seen someone move like that,” he said. Jessica stepped forward, smiling sweetly. “Jace, we’re in the middle of—”

Well you already should forgive my manners, My name is Jace Robert the one and only Diss lord of Crimson City, Well am nineteen when it comes to my age and to be frankly speaking, Am a damn boring dude in everything I do. " Jace... Get your lazy ass down here this instance " Mrs Montero demanded while cooking for breakfast, I forgot to mention that I am not living alone, The Montero's says that my parent died in a car accident and that's when they took me in but anyways I don't care, Living with the Montero's is what I call Fun.

I whirled ready to lash out at whoever it was, only to stop dead when I saw who it was, He was something straight out of a fantasy novel, he had this slight tan thing going for him, and the tux he wore did nothing to hide how toned his body was, I had to tilt my head backwards a bit to get a good look at his face, he had honey brown eyes and a very defined jawline and Dark hair, I’d have really hated it if he were blonde, no offense to my mother.